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Postby Biscuit » Wed Dec 03, 2014 3:48 am

From the dead I rise
the youth flows into my bones
my hands clamp like a vise
softly urged by the dins of the crones

further and further i feed
like a babe to a mothers breast
I suckle where you bleed
and the crones will lay you to rest

they tell me now to walk the halls
unsuffered by man's deluge
Unfettered by screams that crawl
where no human takes refuge.

thrusted in and deep
the budding desires within
immortality that is mine to keep,
but under the sanctum of sin.

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